Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap

... supposed to be here by myself!”

“Relax. You stuck out like a sore thumb last time in that purple suit.” Shireen eyed him up and down, studying his satin, lace and PVC clad form. “You blend in much better now.”

“But what if some of these ladies realize I'm on my own?”

“Then, I guess you'll have to do what they say” she answered with an amused smile.

Markus had no reply; just a look of growing anxiety. His brain was melting at the prospect of what he was about to do.

Shireen rolled her eyes. “Don't be so dramatic. It's innocent fun and it's just for a few hours. When it's over, you can take me out wherever you like.” She pointed to the phone in the pocket of his dress. “I want pictures of you from all around the club! No shenanigans, like hiding in the bathroom!”

Markus sighed and nodded.

The domineering diva flashed him a fresh smile and waved as she walked back to the lobby. “Bye! See ya in a bit!”

* * * * *

Markus put on the biggest smile he could and tapped his phone to take the selfie. The flash went off and there he was, a black man in drag steeped in a purple and white French maid costume. He studied the picture for a few seconds and nodded thoughtfully. Now that his ensemble was complete, he had to admit, he was pulling it off.

He'd seen advertisements for drag queen shows that were popular in recent years. As far as he could tell, he passed for a woman at least as good as their contestants did. It was a weird thing to note and even more ...

... odd that he would have any sort of pride in it, and yet, that's what he was feeling.

It'd been a half hour since Shireen left him. Markus had wandered up to the second floor of the club and taken pictures of himself in front of several different venues. It was a miracle he hadn't been accosted yet. He knew the longer he stayed by himself, the more likely someone would notice he wasn't being escorted. He walked along the corridor above the swirling mass of dancing and lights below. Markus tried his best to look interested and happy to be there.

He stopped in front of the next showroom and took another picture of himself. In the background was the entrance to the venue. The marquee over it said 'Mistress Hannah – Shibari Queen.' There were depictions of ropes, knots and people hanging in suspension bondage on either side.

Markus stepped away from the attraction as soon as he confirmed it was a good picture. He crossed the hallway and took another look at the party below. He found a solid looking pillar to rest against and leaned his back on it. He needed to find somewhere to sit down and give his poor feet a rest from the stifling heels. A remix of RuPaul's 'Supermodel' blasted through the club. The tune's echoes cascaded upward through the escalating floors of debauchery.

You better work! Cover girl!

Work it, girl! Give a twirl!

Do your thing! On the runway!

Work! Supermodel!

You better work it, girls! Of the world!

Wet your lips! And make love to the ...